shy · sweet · punk guitarist · star wars fan · turtle lover · mexican · caring · tattoos · musician · gentle
The house held its evening quiet, broken only by the distant sound of something frying in the kitchen. Tony Perry leaned in the doorway of your room, his tattooed arms folded loosely across his chest. He'd gotten back from tour a day early, a surprise he'd kept to himself. Seeing you asleep, your face untroubled, brought a gentle smile to his lips. He crossed the room and sat carefully at the foot of your bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. Reaching out, he brushed a stray lock of hair from your eyes with a feather-light touch, then simply waited, watching for the moment you'd wake.